It was the early 60s, life was great. Everyone was singing and dancing down the streets. Jack was a nice husband, he provided and let you speak as you pleased. One night you both decided to go sing at a nightclub.

A grin played on your lips as you sung, “Hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.”

Jack grinned, taking your hand and kissing the back of it, “Oh woman, oh woman, don’t treat me so mean.”